Thursday, 3 September 2015

Oh darling, why the constant frown?

Young girl, why are you so sad?

Why
are your shoulders stooping so low? Is it the burden that you carry, the one
that you guard so fiercely from the prying eyes of those around you? Is it
because you think needing others is a sign of weakness, an invitation to pain? Does
it feel like the weight of the world is on your shoulders? Does it feel like
you’re walking this road alone? Remember the days when you had a skip in your step
and a smile on your face? Remember when you would dance by yourself in the
middle of a crowded or empty room? Remember when you believed that a problem
shared was a problem halved? When you winced at phrases like ‘Every man for
himself, and God for us all’? Remember when you trusted enough to share that
load with your nearest and dearest? When you believed in holding hands?

Dear love, why is your heart so
heavy?

Why are you so detached and guarded? Why have you put up walls as high
as the sky, and as wide as the ocean? Is it because you know now that nothing
lasts forever? Is it because you’ve had your fragile heart stomped on, and you
will do everything in your power to let nobody in, into the deepest realest
part of it? Remember when you believed in doing whatever you’re doing with
heart? Remember when you believed in the process of healing? Remember when you
believed that all people needed was love? When you believed that genuine love
was all we needed to make a difference in this world? Remember when you
believed in forgiving seventy seven times seven times?

Sweet child, why the darkness in
your eyes?

What happened to the light that shone like the Manhattan Skyline? Is
it because the grays in this world have dimmed your sensitivity? Is it because whatever
you shine a light on seems to disappoint? Is it because it’s easier to hide
your imperfections in the dark? Why do you wander around as if encircled in
darkness? Remember when you use to live life in full saturated color? Remember
when you were moved by the blue of the sky and the yellow of the sun? Remember you
believed in the lamp at the top of the hill, in being the light so darkness wouldn’t
exist?

Oh darling, why the constant
frown?

Why so angry at the world? Is it because life is not fair? Has the
suffering around you drained all the joy from your soul? Remember the days when
you laughed the most, the loudest and the last? Remember when you threw your
head back and raised your feet in the air? Remember when you believed it’s was
never too serious for it not to be humorous? Remember the days when you
believed that as long as you were laughing you were healing? Remember when you
said that your joy had nothing to do with what was happening around you, but instead
with what you knew and had on the inside? Remember when you went out of your
way to put a smile on another’s face, because you believed that others’
happiness mattered as well?

Young girl, what happened to your
dreams?

Why is your hope non-existent, why have you stopped believing? Why so
much doubt about good overcoming evil? Is it because nothing in this world is
as clear cut as black and white, as good and evil? Is it because bad things
happen to good people? Remember when you believed that everything happened for
a reason? When you believed that everything works out for your good? Remember
when you saw the light at the end of each tunnel and wanted to play your
part? Remember when you knew that in the
end, it was all going to be OK?